A weapon! Ugh, you're so boring. Just because the man looks like shit doesn't mean he can't have fun.
[Though, after their meetings, maybe Viktor should not be described as "fun." Perhaps "fun, as heard from two rooms away at three in the morning, with a vague smell in the air."
Jaskier doesn't see this time, so Geralt is lucky, only because it would be more fuel for the bard to tease him about loving the gryphon. Clearly he does, the bastard's already built a bed for the catbird, without even being asked. Once their meal's paid on his coin -- as comes naturally -- he scoops up a yawning gryphon and sets him on a blanket on the floor, curling up in bed himself.
He wakes already clinging to Geralt, as is usual. Whatever's in bed with him gets attached to. Unsurprisingly, Mog's already in the window, tail swinging, watching the morning birds chirp in a branch right outside. Jaskier scoops him into his bag, and off they go.
It's the way it's always been with them. Easy, comfortable.
Luckily, going to a new city is always entertaining. Jaskier marvels he's lived here so long and never visited, but... honestly, it's been plenty of working making a name for himself in one city, all over again.
So what does he do?
Shopping. Obviously. When Geralt finds him, he's already wearing a new hat (absolutely fetching, of course) and has a leather pouch in his hand, a gift for Ciri.] Look at this place! Already a bit busier than the Cadens market's ever been.
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[Though, after their meetings, maybe Viktor should not be described as "fun." Perhaps "fun, as heard from two rooms away at three in the morning, with a vague smell in the air."
Jaskier doesn't see this time, so Geralt is lucky, only because it would be more fuel for the bard to tease him about loving the gryphon. Clearly he does, the bastard's already built a bed for the catbird, without even being asked. Once their meal's paid on his coin -- as comes naturally -- he scoops up a yawning gryphon and sets him on a blanket on the floor, curling up in bed himself.
He wakes already clinging to Geralt, as is usual. Whatever's in bed with him gets attached to. Unsurprisingly, Mog's already in the window, tail swinging, watching the morning birds chirp in a branch right outside. Jaskier scoops him into his bag, and off they go.
It's the way it's always been with them. Easy, comfortable.
Luckily, going to a new city is always entertaining. Jaskier marvels he's lived here so long and never visited, but... honestly, it's been plenty of working making a name for himself in one city, all over again.
So what does he do?
Shopping. Obviously. When Geralt finds him, he's already wearing a new hat (absolutely fetching, of course) and has a leather pouch in his hand, a gift for Ciri.] Look at this place! Already a bit busier than the Cadens market's ever been.